Officer of the Watch
by Patty S

 

He stands upon the deck,

Listening to the wind in the rigging.

A sudden, strong gust,

And his hat becomes askew.

His hair, a tangled mass of curls, obscures his view of the sea.

Irritated, he hurridly brushes the hair from his face,

And rights the hat upon his head.

He looks around to see if anyone has noticed his embarassment,

But all hands present are consumed in their own affairs.

Regaining his composure, he clasps his hands behind his back,

And continues his duty as officer of the watch.